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No one cared who I was until I put on the mask.
"You think Quebec is your ally? You merely adopted Quebec. I was born in it, molded by it."No one cared who I was until I put on the mask.
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That’s almost a song from a Disney movie.It depends on the specific scenario.
It depends on the game.
It depends on the table culture.
It depends on the GM.
It depends on individual players.
It depends on your mood.
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I’d divide the net jackpot into distinct categories: selected established charities, mad money, altruistic donations, futureproofing and potential handouts to friends and familyOK, assuming that someone here at ENWorld will be winning the $1.7 billion Powerball lottery this weekend (that's how probabilities work, right?), what do you do with the money?
“Je ne suis pas enfermé ici avec vous. Vous êtes enfermé ici avec moi.“ - Quebec (probably)"You think Quebec is your ally? You merely adopted Quebec. I was born in it, molded by it."
I think the problem is that the type of person who tends to want to sit on HOA boards is usually a knob.I get the hate HOAs generate. I know their roots. I’ve seen how petty they can be.
OTOH, I’ve also seen times when their rules had positive impacts on the neighborhoods…IF they’re not being run by total knobs. Ours, for instance, has some rules that would normally be part of city code enforcement, but our city doesn’t exactly give a damn about X, Y, and Z.
(We do still have a knob surplus, though.)
well Hobbits only classify wizards as trouble makers so (I don't know where i was going with this)All this talk of HOAs puts me in mind of that X-Files episode where Mulder and Scully have to go undercover as a married couple to investigate a housing development that was built on top of a trash heap, and it turns out the HOA is using a trash monster to kill homeowners who go against their strict rules.
I don't think I was a fan of HOAs before that episode, and I'm still not a fan of them to this day. They are, fortunately, few and far between in New Zealand.
Knob Surplus was the name of my punk band back in college.(We do still have a knob surplus, though.)